Voltron Legendary Defender
Mafia Au
Pairing: Pidge and Lotor "Pidtor/Lodge"
Chapter 1
The clock had slowly moved forward. Each second was excruciatingly long for the cashier.
The brunette smiled and handed the plastic bag toward the other. "Thank you, have a nice evening!"
The customer took the bag and waved in thanks.
Once the person was gone, the employee slummed tiredly against the counter. "Freedom at last." She groaned and stretched her back.
A throaty chuckle had the young woman looking up.
"Good work today Pidge!" The elderly man smiled, and pat her on the back.
She fiddled with her bottleneck glasses. "Thanks Mr. Slythe."
The owner shook his head fondly. "I told you to call me Coran! Mr. makes me feel so…" He sagged. "So old!" He grumbled in annoyance.
Pidge gave a tired smile, and side stepped the elderly man. "I better get going. It's getting late."
Coran nodded. "Of course! Wait right here ok?" He scurried off to the back of his store.
The bemused girl chuckled, and leaned against the counter. "What do you have planned now old man? Scheming against me? Oh how you wound me so!" She clutched her chest.
Boisterous laughter rang out from the back. "Nothing nefarious this time, I assure you."
She hummed to herself quietly. "I'll believe it when I see it."
A snort followed. "So distrusting of an old man!"
Pidge snorted. "So you admit to being old?"
There was rustling and a pause. He emerged out of the back carrying two huge plastic bags. "Oh shut up!"
She smiled at him. "I rest my case."
Coran chuckled and handed her the bag. "Such sass you have."
Pidge blinked, and looked at her boss in confusion. "What's this for?"
He smiled and twirled his mustache. "This is excess produce. It's going to go bad soon, and I know money is tight for you right now. So I figured, it would be put to better use in your hands."
She gaped at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. A knot formed in her throat, and she gulped audibly. "I…" She glanced down in embarrassment. "T-thank you." Tears formed in her eyes.
He smiled and ruffled her hair. "It's the least I can do after all the work you put in for me." He gasped as the air was squeezed from his lungs. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around the trembling girl.
Pidge pulled away and rubbed her eyes. She picked up the bags, and smiled at him. "Thank you Coran…. Really. Thank you so much for everything. Grinning, she spun around him and rushed for the door. "See you later!" The small woman shuddered as the crisp cold air assaulted her skin. With a tired sigh she pulled on her green hoodie and popped in her ear buds. Scrolling through her music she randomly selected a song and bobbed her head to the beat.
Two years ago, her dad brother went missing. Her pops was the assistant manager of Garrison Industries. The Garrison produced top of the line tech, and was contracted with the government. Her brother Matt was an engineering genius that worked with her dad. The Holts were a family of geniuses, each one a master at their own craft. Chemistry was her dad's specialty, and her mom was a master at cooking. Two years ago her dad and brother began working on a project. They supposedly made off with the government property, and were considered traitors.
She growled and narrowed her eyes. Her family wouldn't have done that. She knew there was a cover up, and she had recently hacked into Garrison servers. Something criminal had happened. She wasn't sure as to what it was, but she would find out what happened to them, and where they were even if it killed her! Unfortunately, her mom did not share her sentiments.
Upon learning that her husband and son were labeled as government spies and traitors to their country, her mom shut down. She fell ill, and hasn't been well since.
She rounded the corner, and changed the song to "Happy" by Pharrell Williams. After her latest thought she desperately needed this song. It always made her feel better. "Come on Pidge, get yourself together," She hummed, and began to sway to the beat. She spun around and let out a laugh. She closed her eyes and twirled around the corner. Her eyes flew open in alarm, as a man collided with her. Pidge juggled with the bags, and sighed in relief. Her lips morphed into a scowl, and the disgruntled adult turned her attention to the jerk that knocked into her. "Hey! Watch where you-?!" Her breath was knocked out of her lungs, and she found herself roughly pinned against the wall.
He boxed the small woman in with his body. He glared down at her. "Be quiet…" Annoyance seeped out of his tone.
Deciding that wouldn't slide, she glared fiercely at him. "Bite me!" Her throat rumbled with a growl and she brought her fist forward to punch him.
The man only had seconds to look surprised before he had to jerk out of the way. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he grabbed her wrist, and twisted her around, locking her arms behind her back. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he braced his body behind her small lithe one, effectively pinning her. "Don't make me repeat myself."
She writhed for a second before stilling. Her heart thundered violently in her chest.
He snorted, and patted her head. "Good girl."
Heat seared in her veins. 'Oh no he didn't.' She slowly lifted her foot and stomped hard.
The man yelped loudly and loosened his grip.
With a newfound sense of anger, she growled and ripped her arm out of his hold. She wouldn't go down without a fight. Thinking quickly, the little genius grabbed one of her fallen bags, and flung it at him. While he was distracted with the bag, she quickly crouched down and turned a nob on her shoe. She had stolen this genius idea from an anime series she watched called Detective Conan. Her shoes sparked with an unseen energy, and she charged at the man.
Her attacker winced and gasped for air as her foot connected with his abdomen. He yelled out as his body went flying into the wall behind him. Cracks formed on it from his impact. Coughing, he fell to the floor, and slumped against the wall.
Pidge gasped for air, and turned off her shoes. Did she kill him? She frowned and went to check on him. Sure he attacked her and whatnot, but that didn't meant she wanted to be a murderer. Squatting down she poked him. "Hey, you alive?"
The pathetic mass groaned, and cupped his side.
Ever curious, she nudged his hand out of the way and gasped. "You're bleeding badly…" She bit her lip, and debated her options. While she could just leave him here, it wouldn't sit right with her morals… She could call an ambulance, but that would raise questions on how he got this way, and she really didn't feel like answering questions. Sighing she opened her mouth to ask him a question.
"Which way did he go?!"
"I don't know! Find him you morons! He can't have gotten far with a bullet in his side!"
She jumped in surprise, and turned towards the source of the noise. "Oh quiznak…" With an annoyed sigh she nudged the unconscious man. It was easy to piece the clues together. This man was obviously escaping from some thugs who injured him, he bumped into her, she made noise, he tried to quiet her, and…. She injured him more. Great… Just great. She shook him. "Hey! Get up!"
His hand latched onto her wrist, and he growled at her. "I will end your existence…." Yellow eyes gleamed with malice.
The small woman snorted and yanked her hand back. "Yeah, yeah sure you will. Listen, those guys chasing you are getting closer," She paused and ripped her pants legs. "Hold still, I'm going to bandage your wound."
He gaped at her, eyes widening in disbelief. "What are you-?" He hissed as she roughly man handled him.
The brunette frowned at him. "Sorry. Best I can do right now." She quickly grabbed her fallen bags onto one arm, and held her hand out. "Can you walk? My apartment isn't far from here. If you can make it, we can treat your injuries properly, and then I can kick your ass."
Yellow eyes gaped at this woman. She was strange, and oddly strong if that kick was anything to go by. He threw his head back and laughed. "You're such an interesting woman! Very well, I accept your offer." Grabbing her small hand, he hoisted himself up. His side flared at the motion and he immediately winced.
The voices got louder, and Pidge found herself panicking. She quickly wrapped her arm around his muscular shoulders.
He hissed with each step, and found himself drifting in and out of consciousness.
"I think he's over here!"
Moving quickly, he caged the oddity against the wall. Scarred hands cupped smooth ones, and placed them over his silver hair, hiding most of it. His eyes gazed over the odd woman, and his brow rose once he got a good look at her. She was small, with rather long fluffy hair. Her glasses were rather huge on her face. Small pursed lips, and gorgeous caramel brown eyes. How extraordinary, that someone this small and delicate looking could possess such strength. He leaned closer.
The group of black suits that were chasing him ran past them. Thinking them to be a couple making out. "Find him! Or all our asses are on the line!"
Pidge held her breath, and let out a sigh of relief once they were gone. "Good one." Her brows furrowed. He was way too close for comfort! Thoroughly agitated, she quickly shoved him off. "Whoa!" Her arms latched onto him to prevent him from collapsing. "Hey! Hang in there!" Worrying her lip, she observed the man she decided to help. His eyes were closed, and under them were little burgundy triangle tattoos. Sweat dripped down his angular chin, and his brows furrowed. Silver hair cascading around his shoulders. There were red streaks within it, and she just knew it was blood. With a frustrated groan she grabbed his arm and pulled all his weight onto her small frame. "Here we go." She wobbled forward, and prayed that he mom was upstairs when she got home.
Motion brought him back into consciousness. Hazy golden yellow orbs glanced around wildly, trying to focus. "Where?"
She leaned him against the door as she fished out her keys. "Hold on, were almost to my place." She quickly inserted the lion key and opened the door. With a grunt she grabbed his arm and dragged him inside. She kicked the door closed with her foot. With a huff she dragged him to the kitchen. "Sit."
He bit back a snort but did so anyways.
Pidge disappeared and reappeared moments later with a first aid kit." All right silver, shirt off. I need to see the extent of your injuries.
His lips twitched in amusement. How interesting this woman was. He was definitely intrigued. "Lotor."
She blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
"My name is Lotor." His lips twitched up into a charming grin.
The small one shrugged. "I'd say nice to meet you but…" She placed her hands on her hips. "Shirt off."
"Eager to see me naked?" He teased. Lotor expected her to blush in embarrassment and agree, he yelped when a rag obstructed his vision.
Pidge rolled her eyes and snorted. "Wouldn't pay a million dollars to see that. Now up!"
He gapped in disbelief that she resisted his charms. All the other women threw themselves practically at his feet when he'd flirt. This woman… she was a delight! Such a fresh response! He quickly peeled his shirt off and recoiled in pain.
She whistled lowly. Someone really fucked him up. She leaned forward and inspected the wound. "It looks like the bullet went straight through, so you don't have to worry about that…" Reaching blindly into the first aid kit, she trailed her eyes across his torso looking for any other threatening injuries. He had so many scars…. With a sigh she pulled out the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She lathered the swab on it and padded at the bleeding area.
Lotor jerked back and hissed loudly, and bit his tongue when a roll of gauze was shoved in his mouth. He glared at the small woman.
"Shh! My mom's asleep upstairs!" She pulled away from his wound a grabbed the gauze. "She's very ill, and needs all the rest she can get, so be quiet." Caramel orbs narrowed and filled with malice. "Or I will end you." She hissed.
He grabbed the gauze and placed it into his mouth. He motioned for her to continue.
With a hum she reapplied some of the hydrogen peroxide. She leaned forward and frowned. "You might need stitched later. Y first aid kit isn't equipped with the needed items yet…" She gently placed some gauze on the wound and put pressure on it for a minute. Using her free hand she grabbed more gauze and tape. Placing a piece of the roll in her mouth, she used her teeth to pull at the tape. She lowered herself and slowly wrapped the bandage tightly around his waist.
He grunted and spat the gauze out. "Most likely." His eyes watched her carefully. They landed on her ripped trousers, and his brow rose. She had sacrificed them to help prevent him from bleeding out earlier… This woman was truly unique. Not many would attempt to help someone who almost assaulted them, yet she did.
She kept rolling the gauze. "Probably not any of my business, but you're clearly involved in something. Just whom did you piss off so badly?" Retreating from his waist, her hands moved to her hips and she stared at him with her brow rose.
Lotor snorted. "A lot of people would like a piece of this." He smirked flirtatiously. "Not that I blame them."
A shudder racked her body, and she glanced away in disgust. "Ok, yeah, no. Regretting I even asked."
The house creaked, and Pidge held her breath.
"Honey? Is that you?"
She cursed quietly and glared at Lotor. She placed a finger over her lips and then used her hand to make a slicing motion over her neck telling him to keep quiet or else.
The staircase creaked and her attention was brought back to her mom. A gentle smile formed on her face, as she walked forward to the doorway to block it. She didn't want her mom seeing Lotor. "Yeah, I just got back from work. What are you doing up mom? You should be resting!"
Lotor hummed quietly in amusement. He quietly stood up to observe. Her mother had pale skin, dried up brown hair and sunken in cheeks. He could poke his eye out with them they were that sunken. His eyes landed on her eyes and his brow rose. They were a dull hue of brown.
Coleen Holt smiled at her daughter. "Oh… I'm alright really." She frowned at her daughter's state. "What happened to your pants?"
Pidge panicked before smiling at her. "I got stuck on something at work, and well… Coran had to cut it off."
Lotor stumbled in the kitchen. Surely she didn't think that would work?
She sighed tiredly and shook her head fondly. "Only you Kitty Cat. Only you, "
Pidge flushed at that. "Mom…"
She smiled sadly. "Really Hun… You over work yourself…" she coughed violently. Her whole body shuddered with each hack.
Pidge jerked forward, and was at her mom's side in an instant. She placed her hand on the small of her back, and gently rubbed. "Easy mom."
The ill woman sighed and looked at her daughter in shame. "I'm so sorry… It's laughable. I'm a parent; I should be taking care of my child… Not the other way around." She teared up.
The small brunette bit her lip. "Mom… Really, it's fine."
Coleen gripped her daughter's hands. "No... It's not. You work so hard." Tears spilled out of her eyes. "You work three jobs, do odd hours and you miss school…" She sobbed. "I feel like a failure as a parent."
She smiled and began leading her mom back up the stairs. "No. Mom, you're not a failure. You raised me right. That's why I'm so dependable" She kissed her mom on the cheek.
Her mom sobbed, and they disappeared up the steps out of Lotor's view.
He hummed in thought as he sat back down. Such an unusual woman. She was fierce, strong, and loyal to her family. She resisted his advancements, and even threatened him. His eyes trailed to his bandaged torso. He attacked her, she countered back, and brought him home to treat him. A toothy grin surfaced. He rather liked this odd development. Every woman he'd come across always would fall for his charm, and be begging at his feet in seconds. But not her. It was refreshing. He pondered what her next move would be.
Pidge entered the kitchen, and tossed an old shirt at Lotor. "Once you're dressed, leave." She turned her back to him and grabbed the bags Coran had given her. Opening the fridge, she sighed tiredly and began to empty the contents into the fridge. Her brow furrowed. He was being awfully quiet. She closed the fridge and she suddenly found herself pinned to it.
Lotor leaned forward, eyes never straying from hers. Silver locks cascaded over his shoulder, its strands shinning in the dim kitchen light. He grinned. "You're very interesting… I've decided to keep you." He grasped a strand of her hair and brought it to his lips.
Her breath hitched. Caramel orbs widened in surprise, before narrowing in annoyance. She leaned forward towards Lotor, surprising him.
The predator grinned. Good… she was cooper-?! He yelped, and backed off her. He held his bruised cheek in his hand, staring at the angered girl in disbelief.
Pidge crossed her arms and glared. "Yeah, no. I'm not an object to own, and I'm so done with you." She roughly grabbed him by the shirt. "You're going to get out of my house or I'll break your nose next time."
His eyes narrowed. He liked a challenge. Backing off, he followed her pull, deciding to yield to her this once. Part of him knew he was only allowing this tiny woman to manhandle him due to his blood loss. If he were at full strength, she'd be writhing under him. He moved forward. "Forgive me. The blood loss is messing with my head." He left a keychain discretely on the table. He wobbled toward the door.
She scowled and followed him to the front of the door. She didn't trust him at all.
Turning around, Lotor grabbed her right hand and brought it to his lips. "Thank you. I apologize if my actions offended you tonight." He kissed it.
Pidge yelped and immediately withdrew her hand as if she was burned. She cradled it and looked at him in bewilderment.
Lotor smiled and opened the door. The wind blew, and shifted his locks out of his face. He maintained eye contact with her.
She blinked and stared at the tattoo, no birthmark she realized with small amount of awe.
It was a black skull with pointed cheekbones and a middle prong.
Lotor turned around and smiled. "Adieu."
The door closed, and she stood for a couple of minutes wondering what the hell just happened.
With a grumble, she made her way back to the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee. "What a weirdo." She placed coffee into the machine, and took a seat at the table and waited. Her hand brushed against something cold. Her eyebrows and picked it up. Pidge eyed the key chain. It was a purple black skull with elongated fangs on the right and left. The two prongs flared out to an arrowhead point. The middle prong was half the length. The nose had two small black triangles. The eyes of the skull had black gems, the arch above the eyes, instead of being closed, and ended in a thick L. The top of the skull was open in a V like shape. The chain that connected it was black, and it oddly had a little purple bell. It looked out of place, but oddly fit the piece together. "He must have left it..." she shrugged. "Oh well it's mine now...It's pretty cool," she tossed it up and down in her palm. "Now..." she grabbed her '#1 Science Nerd' mug and filled it with coffee. She sat down at the table and pulled out her books. "Time to study for exams."
- 12:00pm the following day
Pidge covered her mouth as she trudged out of the classroom. It had been a bad morning. Her mom had to be admitted to the hospital, her condition had worsened over night. It thankfully wasn't life threatening, but the doctors wanted to keep her there to watch over her. As for her, She had just finished her midterms. She had managed to work out a plan with the principal. Since she was working to take care of her family, and was practically a genius, the principal agreed that she didn't have to physically be in the class. As long as she showed up for the exams and passed them all with a B or higher, she would be allowed to continue her education.
A hand was thrown across her shoulder, and Pidge jumped.
A snort made her relax. She turned to him and glared. "Not funny Keith."
Keith placed his other hand up in mock surrender. "Wasn't trying to be Pidge. I tried getting your attention, but you were out of it." He gave her a pointed stare, and frowned. He raised his other hand and tilted her head up. "You've got bags under your eyes."
She snorted and escaped his hold. "That's a no brainer genius."
He looked at her in betrayal. "You said you'd try to get some rest..."
She pushed her brothers glasses atop her head. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know I said that, but Coran offered me a longer shift and I needed it." She scowled and lowered her hand. "Lubos cheated me out of a paycheck, and I was short."
Keith's lips rose in a snarl. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. "He did what?" His hands clenched and he slipped one hand in his pocket, and fingered his knife. "Shall I take care of him?"
The people passing by paled and quickly ran the opposite way from them. They recognized Keith as someone dangerous. They didn't want to be on his wrathful side.
She sighed and poked his nose. "Nope, not necessary... stop messing with your blade. Just because I can't see it doesn't mean I don't know you're toying with it."
His expression dropped and he wrinkled his nose like a bunny. He looked at her baffled. "But he cheated you! You should be avenged! He should be tortured for trying that!"
She grinned at his bloodthirsty rant. "And he was. His goods for his shop were all shipped across the globe, and will be delayed."
Keith paused in his rant and looked at her in awe. A fond smile morphed onto his face, and he looped an arm around her shoulders. "Of course. How could I forget your devious side? You're amazing as always Pidge!" He chuckled and quickly glared at anyone daring to approach them. He began routing Pidge towards his car.
Lance stepped out of the car and nodded at Keith. His eyes landed on Pidge and he grinned widely. "Pidge my man! Trying to escape from old mullet over here?"
Keith groaned at the name and glared hard at him. "Lance."
He grinned and placed his hands behind his head. "What? I can't poke fun at you Keith?"
Pidge rolled her eyes. Those two really just needed to kiss already. "Keith... I really can't hang today. I gotta go to work at Hunk's restaurant." She slipped out of his hold.
Lance came up from her other side and locked his arms under her pits. He lifted her effortlessly and dumped her into the red convertible, ignoring her squawking and struggling.
"Whoa! Lance! Seriously! Not funny! I gotta go man!" She whined, and tried to climb out of the red car. She was thwarted by Lance rolling up the windows. "Curses!" She crossed her arms in defiance and slouched into the car.
Pouting she glared at Keith.
Keith grinned and slid into the seat next to her. "Nope. We're going to go tear up the town. Hunk said I could kidnap you. Even he agrees you've been working way too hard."
She opened her mouth to protest, but Lance had already slammed on the gas.
She yelped as she flew sideways landing sprawled out on Keith's lap.
Keith grinned boyishly and patted her on the head. "Shhhhh... Just let this happen Pidge." His grin dropped. "There is no escape. Soon your training will be complete and your journey to the dark side will be completed."
Pidge snorted loudly. She slapped his hand away and scooted far across the car. She quickly buckled in. "I'll never join you! Never! I am a Jedi! Like my father before me! You have failed your highness!"
Keith's face morphed into one of solemn despair. "So be it Jedi!" He sneered.
Pidge's lips twitched into a smile.
Keith couldn't contain it any more and broke into hysterical laughter with her.
Lance snorted behind the wheel as he turned the car into the parking structure of the dock. "You nerds."
The dock was surrounded by old boats and discarded wood planks. This particular warehouse was bought by the combined funds of Hunk and Pidge. Both were engineers in their own way, and needed a place to tinker with and explode items without burning down their respective homes. Keith, upon befriending Pidge, immediately chipped in to design their space. This warehouse wasn't just an inventor's hideaway; it was their crew's hangout.
Lance got out and quickly opened the door for Keith.
He quickly bypassed Lance and opened the door for Pidge. "My lady." He bowed.
She grinned. "My hero." She batted her eyelashes, and took his hand to get out of the car. She discreetly punched him in the gut and skipped away from the fallen man who was wheezing on the floor.
Lance snickered. "You brought that on yourself dude." He saluted Keith and jogged to catch up to Pidge. He placed his hands in his green jacket pockets. "What's on the agenda today, oh genius gremlin?"
Pidge went to her workbench, and flung the red pillow harshly at Lance.
He chuckled and caught it. He turned to Keith, and handed it to him. Red was Keith's respective color after all.
The brunette grinned. "I'm gonna finish my tranquilizer watch! I got the perfect part for the needle dispenser the other day." She grabbed her tools and began tinkering with her watch.
Lance plopped on the black couch across from Pidge's work station, and draped his arms around the back of the couch. "Neato! Can I just say I love your inventions Pidge? Like seriously, they've gotten me out of some seriously tight spots."
Pidge hummed from her bench.
Keith leaned against the wall and watched Pidge work. He smiled fondly.
Lance watched this from the couch and groaned silently. This was torture.
Pidge shot up and grinned. "Done! Now... just to test it..."
Keith quickly moved away and totally did not hide under the table from her.
Lance blinked from the couch. Realization kicked in. "What? Oh no! No no no no. You tested the last one on me! No! Pidge!" He jumped up from the couch and made a dash to the door.
She grinned and lifted the watch lid. She aimed and twisted the nozzle.
The needle went flying and hit the back of Lance's neck.
He squeaked and slapped a hand to the back of his neck. He looked at her in betrayal. "Huh? Nothing's happening?"
She chuckled. "Of course not. I was just testing the trajectory. I haven't put in the actual tranquilizers yet." She raised her brow at him. "Do you really think me to be so-" she paused and gaped at Lance. "L-Lance?"
He was swaying. A goofy grin on his face. He giggled. "Yoooou..." he lurched forward and hit the floor. He was out.
She paled, and checked her needle box. She accidentally loaded the tranquilizers. "Oops..." she adjusted her glasses and laughed awkwardly. "W-well at least I know it works."
Keith snorted from under the table. He got out and raised his brow at the sleeping beauty. "Classic Pidge." He walked over to his bodyguard and poked his face. A grin crossed his face. "You got a marker?"
She snickered. "What color tickles your fancy?" She held up her array of sharpies, and they both grinned evilly.
-2:00pm the same day
Pidge held on tightly to Keith. "S-slow down! You're gonna kill us!"
"Nope." A pleased smirk crossed his face as he revved the engine more. He passed a car and relished in Pidge's squeak of fear. He did a wheelie and shot off.
"You did that on purpose you ass hole!" She screeched. She was sure her arms were causing bruises around Keith's torso.
"Yup." He swerved the motorcycle into the parking spot of Shay's Ice Cream Parlor. He took his helmet off and grinned at Pidge.
She weakly glared at him though the helmet visor. Her arms still firmly attached to his waist.
After doodling all over Lance's face, the two decided to get some ice cream. That and Pidge felt like an apology would be necessary when Lance woke. They took the bike Hunk had built for Keith. It was decided that Keith would leave it at the dock in case an emergency getaway was needed.
Keith grinned and pulled the helmet off her. "You can let go now."
She huffed and released her hold. "I hate you so much." She hopped off the bike and walked to the door.
Keith placed the helmets in the back compartment of the bike. He followed after her. "Love you too babe." He grinned and danced out of the way of Pidge's punch.
She grumbled and stormed into the parlor. "If I didn't need you to drive back, you'd so have a dart in your neck like Lance."
Keith chuckled. "I don't doubt that for a second." He nodded at Shay.
Shay smiled widely. "Pidge! Keith! It is so nice to see you! Tell me... is Hunk perhaps with you?" She looked around and flushed slightly.
Pidge giggled and walked behind the counter, pulling Shay into a hug. "It's been a while." She sighed and placed a hand over her heart. "Sadly the gorgeous muscular engineer is not with us... though I can arrange a special meeting aye?" She waggled her eyebrows.
Shay squeaked and pushed Pidge out from behind the counter. "No need! Please!"
Pidge cackled. "I can't resist teasing. You two are so adorable."
Keith watched from the side. He shook his head in amusement.
Shay shook her blush off. Her short brown hair swaying. She fixed her headband and cleared her throat. Her hazel eyes landing on Keith in amusement. "So what can I get for you two lovelies."?
Keith pouted at her. He knew she was teasing him. "I'll take a double scoop of rocky road, and a double of blueberry."
Shay giggled. "Lance?"
Keith sighed, "Unfortunately." He grinned. "The usual for the little lady."
Shay laughed. "Of course. Not that she orders any other flavor."
Pidge pouted. "Hey, I tried all your flavors before becoming committed to it."
Shay didn't look impressed. She turned to Keith. "Will that be all?"
He nodded and pulled out his card.
Pidge grabbed his arm. "Whoa, Keith I'm paying for myself."
Keith turned around to face her. His brow rose and he crossed his arms in defiance. He stared down at her. "Really now?"
Pidge crossed her own arms and glared up at him. "Yes. I am perfectly capable of buying me an ice cream."
Shay covered her mouth to prevent laughing. This wasn't a new dance they did. Keith always tried to pay for Pidge. Some times he would succeed, and sometimes he would fail to her stubbornness.
The ravenette held his card between two fingers. "Come on Pidge. Let me have this one!"
Her brow rose. "I let you convince Hunk to make me skip a shift, and you kidnapped me."
Keith scoffed. "I did not. All I did was lay a suggestion on Hunk to give you a break, he made the final decision... ok so I admit the kidnapping was all me." Using slight of hand Keith slid the card behind him to Shay.
Shay didn't take the card just yet, content to watch them argue like children. It was adorable how hard Keith tried.
Pidge stomped her foot like a child. "I have some spending money from my jobs Keith."
And he countered, "and would you look at that, so do I."
She pouted. "Keith!"
"Katie!"
Pidge glared at him. He was playing her name card. That was so not cool! "Come on man! What do I gotta do to get you to let me pay for myself?" She wasn't going to back down.
Shay groaned. She knew Keith was waiting for that.
He grinned. "Well since you so nicely asked..."
Pidge face palmed. She felt a sense of impending doom.
He took her hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Pidge blinked and tilted her head. "Keith?"
His face turned slightly red before coughing. "If I let you pay, this Saturday you and me go out."
Shay quietly gasped from behind the counter.
Pidge blinked and grinned. "Sure. We're overdue for some hang time anyways. Can't leave my bestie alone now can I?" Pidge used her free hand and slid Shay her card.
Shay faltered behind the counter. She grabbed the card and charged it for her ice cream. She sighed. Poor Keith.
Keith let go of her hand. "R-right." He grinned. "The two arms of Voltron. Tearing up the town." He grabbed their ice cream, and ignored Shay patting his arm in sympathy.
Pidge sighed and passed her local park.
After the ice cream She asked if he could drop her at the hospital. He had looked surprised at her.
"Your moms in the hospital again? Is she ok?" He had asked.
She sighed. "The doctors said it was a little episode, and that she'd be fine, I can't help but worry."
Keith frowned and when it looked like he had been about to say something, his phone rung. He had answered it and groaned loudly. He turned to Pidge. "Got it. Be there shortly." He hung up.
"Trouble in paradise?"
He stood up and pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Family issues."
She hummed. "Yikes, sorry I asked." She stood up.
He looked apologetic "I can't drop you at the hospital. I have to grab Lance and book it over."
She waved her hand at him. "It's totally fine. Gives me more time to enjoy my ice cream." She joked.
Keith apologized once more before grabbing Lance's ice cream and booking it out the door.
She sighed, as she turned the corner to her street. She had visited her mom, but only briefly. She had been sleeping when she arrived, and sleep was something her mom desperately needed. As she took a step forward, a feeling of foreboding settled in her stomach. She paused in walking. Something was coming. Trailing her eyes around the neighborhood, she slowly crouched down and turned on her strengthening shoes. She'd be ready for a fight if needed. She stood up and kept walking. She fiddled with her watch, and that's when she spotted it.
There were Black Sedans all on her street. A group of men in black were leaning against the cars looking around for something.
She bit her lip. This was too shady and too suspicious. She quickly turned around before they could spot her.
A strong breeze of wind came by, and ruffled her hair. The charm on her bag fluttered and the bell made a gentle but loud clang.
One of the men leaning against the Sedan heard the noise and saw her. His eyes narrowed onto the charm. He quickly approached her, while she was distracted by the wind. "Excuse me. You're going to have to come with us."
Pidge yelped and looked wide-eyed at the man. She crossed her arms and glared up at him. "Excuse me?"
He placed his hand on her back and pushed her towards the direction of the car. "You're coming with us."
The other men began to get closer.
Panic settled in her stomach. "Like hell I'm going with you!" She twisted her body around and latched onto the guys arm. With a battle cry she flipped him over her shoulder. She grinned when he hit the floor.
"Get her!"
She growled and took of in a sprint away from the crazy guys after her. What the fuck was going on?! She was yanked backwards by strong hands. "Let me go!" She swung her fist into someone's face, and was smug when she heard something crack.
The grunt holding her other arm barked orders to the men running down the street. "Quick! Sedate her!"
"Not happening!" She growled out and brought her foot around into his stomach. She grinned evilly when he went flying into the three men at the end of the street. She was so glad she built those shoes. She pivoted on the ball of her foot and roundhouse kicked the guy coming up behind her.
He groaned and collapsed to the floor coughing.
She dodged the arms coming to grab her. Thinking quickly, she crouched and dove under the next guy's legs. "Later!" She ran like crazy. Neighborhoods blurred and she panted like crazy. She slid to a stop when she realized they weren't following her anymore. Pidge greedily inhaled the air as exhaustion began to make itself known. "I gotta get help." She wiped the sweat off her forehead. More trickled down her face. God she was out of shape. She quickly dug her hand into her pocket to retrieve her phone. She had to call the police. The screeching of brakes jolted her into attention, and her eyes widened in panic. "Shit!" In her rush to get away, she ran into a street that had four street access points, a crossroad.
The car doors opened and two men stepped out of the car in front of her.
She inhaled shakily and quickly turned around to run the way she came, only to find it blocked by another Sedan. Her eyes trailed to the right and left. Sedans present. She was blocked in with no means of escape. "Oh quiznak..." she fiddled with her watch and wondered if she had enough darts to knock out the eight men rapidly approaching her. "Fuck this!" She lowered herself into a fighting position and growled defensively. She would save whatever ammo the watch had for a later date. She would go down swinging.
One of the men placed his hands up in a peaceful gesture. He had a bloody nose, and she reasoned this was the guy whose nose she broke earlier. "Calm down now. We can do this the easy way or hard way." He approached the defensive female with a calm smile. His boss had ordered her capture. She was to be unharmed and brought to him.
She took a couple defensive steps back, keeping track of the men coming from behind her. She growled angrily.
"And you can kiss my ass! Who are you and what do you want?" She would show no mercy. She desperately wished she took up Keith's offer of knife training.
The man smiled politely. "Who I am is of no importance. Our boss would like to have a word with you. He ordered you be brought unharmed to him, and your struggling is making it very difficult to carry out his orders. He does not like to be disobeyed."
She frowned. "That answers none of my questions. Who is your boss?"
He smiled politely at her and continued his approach. "Someone who should be obeyed."
She tensed and launched her fist out to the right.
The suit dodged and grabbed her fist. He grinned bloodthirstily. "She chose the hard way."
Pidge felt goose bumps dance across her skin. She swallowed nervously, and glared fiercely. She brought her foot up and kicked out.
The man raised his other arm to block the kick and grunted in surprise when he was knocked back. His grip on her hand broke.
She backed up and felt her back hit a solid object. Her breath hitched in fright as she slowly turned her head to see the man behind her. Shoot! She got distracted by righty and left her other side completely open.
Left suit grinned and restrained her. "Easy now! It'll be over soon!"
She thrashed against him more.
Bloodthirsty right helped restrain her. "We've got you now."
Pidge felt her heart hammer in her chest and she madly thrashed.
Bloody grinned. "Hah! Lots of fight in this one!" He placed pressure on her and didn't even flinch when she head butted him. "Little help!"
One of the men from behind her original position approached and grabbed her head. He shoved a cloth on her face and held firm.
She held her breath. She had seen the movies; she knew that it was chloroform in that cloth. She grunted and tried to pull away.
Behind suit put more pressure on her face. "You can't hold your breath forever."
Pidge glared and growled. She knew that. But she would hold out for as long as she could. After a minute she felt her lungs burn with the need for air, and she gave in. She inhaled the sickly sweet scented cloth, and her struggles became weaker. Her clawing at the arm of right suit ceased. Her leg kicked out ceaselessly one last time. She slumped weakly, and her eyes hazed over. She glared at the front suit.
The man in front of her continued to approach. His hands had long since been lowered. He smiled politely, and He stopped in front of her. "Do forgive us. What the boss wants, the boss gets, and unfortunately for you, you're what he desires at the moment. Have a nice nap Miss Holt."
Pidge's vision finally blurred out, and her eyes closed. She succumbed to the darkness as the suits dragged her into the car and drove away.
She really hated her luck.